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While even gods withdraw in the face of overweening flattery, it was only natural that a mere mortal, a vainglorious dictator would succumb to its charms. Netaji used words like “old revolutionary” to praise him. And Hitler, fully aware that it was only hollow praise, still felt a thrill rush through him.
“This meeting marks a most momentous event in my life,” Netaji told him.
Bose's diplomatically chosen words brought a glow to Hitler’s fair face, smoothing every wrinkle, and his dark eyes glittered bright.
Again, an ominous silence fell over the study. Then, clenching his fists, Hitler spoke in a somewhat harsh tone, “I get the feeling that the Indian spirit is emasculated.”
“Your Excellency,” Subhas interjected sharply.
“What else?” Hitler spat. “A huge country of thirty-eight crore people and you allow a couple of thousand outsiders from England to invade your country, bind you, muzzle you for two hundred years? If I had your enormous wealth of human resources, I would have become a world conqueror like Alexander the Great.”
Netaji was infuriated but he stayed calm - “Your Excellency, soon the darkness of slavery will be dispelled. I am completely confident that India will be free soon.”
Hitler’s face betrayed no emotion. Subhas reiterated his statement, “The British have converted my country into an iron-barred prison. Breaking through those bars, a young upstart leader from the same slave nation soars away. With no resources at his command, except an innate faith in his cause, he stands before one of the greatest commanders in the world, shakes his hand and prepares the ground for negotiations. Sir, with this live example before you, how can you accuse India of having lost its manhood?”
The proud Indian leader could restrain no more...